U wanna win or u wanna be right?
You wanna win or you wanna be liked
You want the Benz it's gon with the sins attached
It's a cold world why you wanna be nice
You wanna win or you wanna be right
I called them niggas my brothers
The wasn't even my friends word
That'll never happen again
Well hat's Cap
You don't know that stab in the back feel
Til the bleeding make it real
Cover the scar wit a back tat
It's nothing I'ma live
Could've avoided all that shit
If I had took the advice that my big homie tried to give
I mean damn
How you know who got your best interest
Yeah we cool now
But I could see you pinching out pieces for your own self interest
Bro just got his FOID we gon stay at the range
Hittin all vital organs if you play me a stain
But I ain't never been a gangster
I just stay in my lane funny
Only the white man can profit from pain
I mean selling people something they want
It ain't like I made em gimme me they bread
It ain't like I made em meet me for more
I bet you cigarettes and liquor kill more people than coke
And the niggas that be making the laws that book us
Got whole wives
And they snort lines off hookers on the weekend
He could be him let me do me
You wanna win or you wanna be liked
You want the Benz it's gon with the sins attached
It's a cold world why you wanna be nice
You wanna win or you wanna be right
I'ma Chicagoan
I ain't meant to be liked
Developed the thickest skin from the windiest nights
As long as we making ends I'd rather win than be right
I ain't trippin on being Pippen
Everybody wanna be Mike
Everybody rap at home with they wanna be mics
I had wanna be's under me
Currently speak of me wit spite
Despite when love changes
Cuz thug changes then
Best friends become strangers
These days my main enemies used to be neighbors
My hearts a home I redecorated
Now somehow every time I'm celebrated
The ones I used to celebrate with the main haters
I call em the great debaters
Fuck whose wrong or whose right
Separated from instigators
Fell back in love with my life
Got pat running these lights
I'm done for the night
Hope that invite come with a plus one
Cuz I come with a pipe homie
You wanna win or you wanna be liked
You want the Benz it's gon with the sins attached
It's a cold world why you wanna be nice
You wanna win or you wanna be right
I hear you I hear you
See it's about deciding what you really want for you
And doing that work with yourself to get you there
See from what you're telling me
It sounds like you have accomplished a lot
But im note quite sure that you see it that way
I mean I want more
I still want more
You want the Benz it's gon with the sins attached
It's a cold world why you wanna be nice
You wanna win or you wanna be right
I called them niggas my brothers
The wasn't even my friends word
That'll never happen again
Well hat's Cap
You don't know that stab in the back feel
Til the bleeding make it real
Cover the scar wit a back tat
It's nothing I'ma live
Could've avoided all that shit
If I had took the advice that my big homie tried to give
I mean damn
How you know who got your best interest
Yeah we cool now
But I could see you pinching out pieces for your own self interest
Bro just got his FOID we gon stay at the range
Hittin all vital organs if you play me a stain
But I ain't never been a gangster
I just stay in my lane funny
Only the white man can profit from pain
I mean selling people something they want
It ain't like I made em gimme me they bread
It ain't like I made em meet me for more
I bet you cigarettes and liquor kill more people than coke
And the niggas that be making the laws that book us
Got whole wives
And they snort lines off hookers on the weekend
He could be him let me do me
You wanna win or you wanna be liked
You want the Benz it's gon with the sins attached
It's a cold world why you wanna be nice
You wanna win or you wanna be right
I'ma Chicagoan
I ain't meant to be liked
Developed the thickest skin from the windiest nights
As long as we making ends I'd rather win than be right
I ain't trippin on being Pippen
Everybody wanna be Mike
Everybody rap at home with they wanna be mics
I had wanna be's under me
Currently speak of me wit spite
Despite when love changes
Cuz thug changes then
Best friends become strangers
These days my main enemies used to be neighbors
My hearts a home I redecorated
Now somehow every time I'm celebrated
The ones I used to celebrate with the main haters
I call em the great debaters
Fuck whose wrong or whose right
Separated from instigators
Fell back in love with my life
Got pat running these lights
I'm done for the night
Hope that invite come with a plus one
Cuz I come with a pipe homie
You wanna win or you wanna be liked
You want the Benz it's gon with the sins attached
It's a cold world why you wanna be nice
You wanna win or you wanna be right
I hear you I hear you
See it's about deciding what you really want for you
And doing that work with yourself to get you there
See from what you're telling me
It sounds like you have accomplished a lot
But im note quite sure that you see it that way
I mean I want more
I still want more
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Writer(s): Glenn Beamon
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